Another piece that reminds me of a jazz club. As I read this I imagined a slow sultry beat, a womans voice in tenor slow and smooth, pausing for effect yet still moving forward, touching upon perhaps more of inexperience than purity. Hands too clean for this world and a heart full of dirty days is my favorite part of this piece.

I simply love your pieces, each and every one has such feeling and description. I swear, sometimes it's like you tap into what's deep in my own mind and at any given time I see the words here. I have a hard time expressing my own feelings in writing. Thanks for sharing your talent.